We Are Never Allowed To

I'd Thought I'd Live With My Wife, But I Couldn't Find One.

You Had To Live In Your Own Bubble. You Couldn't Force Your Way Into Someone Else's, Because Then It Wouldn't Be A Bubble Any More.

Love And Charity Share The Same Root Word (caritas). How Is That Possible, When Everything In Our Recent History Suggest They Cannot Coexist, That They Are Antiethical, That If You Put The Two Of Them Together In A Sack They Would Bite And Scratch And Scream, Until One Of Them Is Torn Apart?

I'm A Good Person. In Most Ways. But I'm Beginning To Think That Being A Good Person In Most Ways Doesn't Count For Anything Very Much, If You're A Bad Person In One Way.

I Guess I Should Have Forgotten About It Ages Ago, But Forgetting Isn't Something I'm Very Good At.